DRUNK ONCE A BLUE MOON ?
Whether from a flagon
or from a demijohn,
drunk she's off her wagon,
sober the gypsy's on.
Flat on her back she's fine,
gazing up at the shiny moon.
Flat on her back from red wine
the gypsy spies the blue balloon.
A DICTATOR'S DICTATION
The Berlin bonfire
saw the books burn.
Old books, new books,
and soon the bookworm.
Talent had to write
by the untalented's command.
Talent held a pen
and the Dictator gun in hand.
OVERREACTED ?
"Come storm the Winter Palace !"
"Come storm the Bastille !"
No fury like a people scorned.
It's no breeze feeling under the heel.
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